I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 246: Plan (II)
"Okay, but why are you arguing?" Qin Jian agreed immediately. He was not unhappy, but just curious.

He sat down at the table, looking at the girl's face flickering in the candlelight. He didn't know if it was because she lost her mother at a young age, but she seemed to be much more reserved than other children. She was quiet and expressionless. In the past few years, she started to see patients and had seen many lives and deaths. Her reputation grew, and her mind became deeper. Sometimes even he couldn't understand it. He really couldn't imagine her arguing with others.

"She wants to be a matchmaker for me." The girl stopped what she was doing and looked at Qin Jian steadily. The candlelight was still dancing, and it seemed as if two fires were burning in her eyes, which was actually a bit aggressive.

For a moment, Qin Jian found that he dared not look directly into those eyes.

But the girl did not allow him to evade, and asked directly: "I am the only son of a master in the city who has passed the imperial examination. It is said that he will pass the imperial examination this year. Master, do you want me to marry you?"

Qin Jian still remembers that the moonlight was very bright on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival that year. The full moon was in the sky, and the silver light was radiant, benefiting the earth. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of moon cakes, and there was a faint scent of osmanthus, which made the atmosphere in the courtyard secretly sweet. However, the sudden appearance of this sentence was like a knife in the cold night, suddenly cutting the peace and perfection of the courtyard.

A thin cloud floated over, just covering the moon, and the courtyard was filled with darkness, hiding the expressions of the two people. They seemed to be waiting for the other to speak first. The courtyard was quiet with only the sound of breathing. The night wind blew again, taking the cloud away, and Qin Jian realized that the autumn was already deep.

The moonlight returned to the courtyard, and in the dim light, there was an undercurrent of game.

Finally, the girl lost her temper and said in a very clear voice, "I don't want to get married. I told Aunt Liu that I won't get married."

Qin Jian was confused, but he pretended to be calm and replied calmly, "How can that be possible?"

"Why not? My medical prescriptions are worth a fortune nowadays, so why should I rely on others to survive?"

"That's because my disciple is so capable," Qin Jian's eyes softened, "Aunt Liu is wrong. You are still young. Let's talk about marriage when you are older."

But the girl's eyes seemed even more stubborn than before, and she said stiffly: "There is no need to discuss it even if I grow older. If I want to marry in this life, I will only marry my master."

"Nonsense!" After a moment's silence, Qin Jian chopped down with his palm, but he lost his composure. The stone table cracked in front of him and split into two halves. The mooncakes that were neatly stacked on the table also lost their support and rolled to the ground.

There were two people, one standing and one sitting, with a messy ground between them.

"What's the point of hitting the table? You might as well kill me."

"You!" Qin Jian hadn't felt such intense emotions for a hundred years, but when he saw the girl's red eyes, his anger was extinguished. This fluctuating mood was unfamiliar to him. He told himself not to be blinded by anger, so he walked away in anger. His back looked like he was fleeing - he fled to the ancient temple.

"I told you, you might as well give her to me."

"Delusion."

"You obviously love her, but you don't allow her to fall in love with you. This is not fair."

"In this life, I have no love."

"You are deceiving yourself." The mirror sneered, "All the troubles in the world come from craving."

Qin Jian's expression did not fluctuate because of this sentence. He just sat down slowly with his back against the Buddha table, looked at the dead tree outside the door and asked, "Besides giving her to you, is there any other way?"

"Another way?" Jingzi didn't seem to expect Qin Jian to ask him this. He was silent for a while before answering, "Why not... take her into the illusion."

"Illusion..."

"Yes, if you don't want to let her live forever in the world in my way, maybe you can take her into the Mirror Realm and accompany her in the illusion." Qin Jian shook his head: "In order to satisfy my own selfish desires, I have manipulated her for many lifetimes. This time I asked someone to lead the way for her, just to give her the ability to freely choose her destiny. If I take her into the illusion now, what is the use of my efforts in this life?"

"You have appeared in her life. She should have lost her mother at a young age and lived a life of hardship, but you couldn't bear to let her go. You changed her fate. Aren't you also manipulating her?"

Qin Jian was silent, and he sighed, which was rare.

The mirror couldn't see his expression, so it tentatively said, "Perhaps, I can help you awaken her memory, and then let her make her own choice."

"Reawaken her memory?"

"I remember all her previous reincarnations, including the one you have never seen and who is buried in the ground."

Qin Jian's body, leaning against the Buddha altar, trembled noticeably. Mirror knew that he hesitated.

Even more tempting words came from the mirror, saying: "Bring her here, you also want to see the woman you truly loved."

Qin Jian did not answer. He stood up, walked to the dead tree outside the door, and stroked it carefully and gently from the top to the root, then turned and left. This time, he still did not leave the Mirror Domain, but the Mirror knew that he would be back soon.

When Qin Jian returned to the ancient temple again, it was already New Year, and the girl was standing next to him. He asked her if she believed that there were things in this world that could not be explained by common sense.

"Like the fact that I'm in love with you?"

There was no candlelight in the temple, but the girl's eyes were still burning with flames, and she glanced at the man in front of her provocatively. The flames finally ignited Qin Jian's self-restrained calmness, burning all the way, destroying everything, and rushing in his blood. Perhaps everything before was not his fault. Not only would he fall in love with her, but she was also destined to fall in love with him. They were attracted to each other, and it was destined. Since they couldn't avoid it, they might as well accept it.

He held out his hand and said to the girl, "Follow me."

The mirror did not lie to him. He led the two to the mirror that had been soaked with Qin Jian's blood, and then asked the girl for a tear. The mirror looked even more weird than before, but Qin Jian did not notice it at the time. When the tear fell on the silver-white mirror, the girl's life and death appeared in front of them - starting from the goose yellow sachet.

But the mirror deceived him. As the images played, he felt his breathing becoming heavier and heavier. At first he thought that the revival of too many memories was too much for him to bear, until he saw the girl fall to the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm helping you." The mirror's voice was no longer cautious, but became unbridled, "Her tears and your blood were the things that awakened me in the first place. I didn't expect you all have forgotten them."

"Stop it." Qin Jian had a black dagger in his hand, facing the mirror with rainbow light. The mirror recognized the dagger. It was the weapon that Jing Ke used to stab the King of Qin. It could indeed kill him, but he was not afraid at all.

"Qin Jian, you can't kill me at all. My ability comes from your love and entanglement in life after life. If you are unwilling to sacrifice her, then... give yourself to me."

What a good plan! Qin Jian finally understood that compared to the woman who shed a tear, the maker of the mirror was obviously someone who had a deeper bond with the mirror. Perhaps from the beginning to the end, all he wanted was himself.

"She will continue to reincarnate through birth, aging, illness and death, and I will take care of her for you, saving her from wandering around and you from the pain of separation again and again..."

Jingzi wanted to continue speaking, but the chill in his chest stopped him. The pain ended the scene, but Qin Jian did not stop. He saw Qin Jian shook his head and pointed the dagger at his heart again: "It's time to get rid of this memory."

He wanted to wipe out the roots, so he used his last bit of strength to push He Si out of the Hall of Mirrors. He killed himself with his own hands and killed all the memories of them just to be able to meet her again.